When woman walks into a room and suddenly commands everyone’s attention you have to take notice. This one was dressed in a black business suit but in such a way that incited more feelings of lust than respect. Her skirt length was the perfect level where it high enough to uncover every part of her long legs and yet stopped one from seeing what religion she was. Her white shirt under her sport coat was unbuttoned down about four buttons so her cleavage was visible but no so much that you would say she was a slut. but enough that I bet it was distracting a board meetings. Her hair was a long a flowing mane of black with her eyes that seemed to shift in color. When I asked men later none of use could say what color they were but they were our favorite. Her figure was classic and probably the perfect 36-24-36. Every man was looking at her with lust and every woman was looking at her with envy.

I recognized her real identity and in that recognition whispered to Connie to head to the back room. She sensed it too and so simply walked away to the back room. Tequila however stayed and I felt my hands drop down to touch my BFG. The woman walked deliberately to the bar right in front of me and sat down on the stool across from me.

“Hi,” the voice was sensual and seductive, “I’m Lucy.”

“Don’t you mean Lucy-fer?”

She smiled, “You know bartender, I figured you would sense me out. How do you like this form?”

“Sensual, beautiful and deadly as a black lotus.”

She laughed.

“You bartender are funny but I also will never underestimate you again. My lieutenants were right, you are very dangerous.”

“From you that is a compliment, so I will take it as such.”

“Well you have run my out-of-town; well at least most of my forces.”

“If you are looking for sympathy for yourself, you better stick to the Rolling Stones.”

She laughed again, “One of my favorite songs.”

“Mine two but probably for different reasons.”

“Your probably wondering why I am here?”

“No, you are of course not invited nor are you welcome. However, I will listen to what you have to say.”

“I’m thirsty, do have something in this bar I could drink?”

“How about some Blood Moon Wine?”

I pulled out a bottle and poured a glass.

“No, I am pretty sure that would upset my stomach. How about something a little lighter?”

“Blood Moon Wine mixed with Life of Christ. It will change your mood.”

“Yes, I bet it would but not for the better.”

“So why have you come?”

“Surrender, if you can’t beat ’em you might as well cut your losses.”

I stared at her for a second or two.

“No, I don’t believe you, but I do think you are weaker in your position or you would not be here stalling for time.”

“You are a smart one. So what would your deal be?”

“That you drink Blood Moon Wine?”

“Now, that is not a very nice thing to say to a lady.”

“You Lucy, are no lady.”

She stood back up. Straightened her suit coat and then turned and started to walk out. When she got to the door she stopped.

“I will be back. I think if you ever get over your prejudice against me, we might have a very interesting conversation.”

“Perhaps, but not today.”

With that she nodded and then walked out.

This was going to get interesting.

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